SOL: Covetous

the same girl from the
coffeeshop
each morning with peach
pit lips wrapping around
a double espresso
she is miles away yet very
nearly here as she
smiles at the dog near her knee
is this as good as it gets, watching her
from a distance, drinking her in as
the wintery wind lifts her
velvet skirt like a lover and
she laughs again

3AM Thoughts // AKA “My Skin Aches to Touch You.”

SOL: Razbliuto

I painted your frame in a coffee shop
On a fogged up windowpane
Just to show the world
I can’t forget your taste
The peculiar way you strip down to
Nude lace with no shame
Hibiscus drips down your skin
Still tight from the salt in the sea
I want everyone to know what you’ve
Done to me

3AM Thoughts // AKA “I Am No Longer Welcome at the Starbucks on King.”

MIND: Owed

You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.

// Frida Kahlo